Lake Crescent, Olympic National Park

Lake Crescent
A few months ago, my father came up with a plan to visit several national parks on a family road trip of sorts. I flew from my home in San Antonio to meet him, my mother, and sister in Portland, OR.

Lake Crescent
From here we drove north to the beautiful and dynamic Olympic National Park. I slept, having worked a night shift and then rushed to the airport to catch my flight in the morning, and sleeping in the car is something I LOVE! It’s like a portal in time; you fall asleep at one point, and in my case, wake up in a different state entirely!

Anyways, our first stop was to Crescent Lake, we were to stay at the lodge. The following description is from the journal I kept along the way.

10:40 PM:

I’m going to make this short because I’m actively falling asleep, but this place is magic.
Lake Crescent
A glass lake caresses the mountain on three sides, and gently reaches up to the shore with a soft oscillating motion.
Lake Crescent
Every shade of green — emerald, mint, moss — converge to form a tree blanket, laid thoughtfully across the mountains surrounding our little cabin. The only sounds come from a light breeze, disrupting the perfectly placed leaves, and slightly stirring the water with delicate motion.
Lake Crescent
I smell pine as I cast a happy eye across to the distant shore, the light fades, and stars begin to poke holes through the lavender dusk. I am so happy to bear witness to this twilight magic, because, had I not been in that moment, I might not believe such peaceful beauty could exist.
Lake Crescent

Needless to say, I slept well that night.
Lake Crescent

Xx,

Lauren

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